It seems to me that if we, like those African women, were to sit in the wilderness of our innermost being, we would hear our song. And then we can pause, sit quietly whenever something goes wrong or we feel deeply wrong, not ourselves in some way, then the love and caring within us like those villagers will encircle us and sing our song. Loved this article!
On Nov 29, 2019 ANDREW M. PROKOPIS wrote :